Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

  She closed her eyes and did not respond.

  "Whether she is rich or poor, healthy or sick in the future, will you be willing to be with her forever?" the godfather continued.

   "I am willing." Lu Yichen smiled, with a charming and charming smile.

  Li Jia stood beside him and heard the godfather continue to tremble, biting his head and asking the bride who would never speak. "Bride, will you marry the groom?"

   "I am willing." Li Jia looked at her brother in a daze.

  The godfather just paused symbolically for a while as if waiting for the bride’s answer, and then continued: "Whether he is rich or poor, healthy or sick in the future, are you willing to be with him forever?"

  The breathless bride on the seat did not answer, Li Jia said softly. "I do."

  She is willing.

   "I declare in the name of the Holy Spirit, the Father, and the Son: The bride and groom are married."

   "Now, the groom can kiss the bride."

  When the godfather finished saying this sentence tremblingly, he stepped aside.

  Lu Yichen stroked Li Jia's cheek while sitting on the white gorgeous western-style rattan chair, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

   "Jia Jia, you are your brother's bride." He smiled lightly and put the ring on Jia Jia's right ring finger.

  Li Jia looked at the ring in her hand. The white diamond ring was dazzling. However, she still saw that there was already a ring on the left ring finger that was supposed to be wearing a wedding ring.

  Li Jia’s tears welled up, and this purple diamond ring was her choice for herself, as it implied the final outcome of her previous life.

   Bellflower, eternal love, desperate love.

  This is the wedding ring she chose for herself. At that time, she knew that she could never wait for his love, so she chose this ring for herself, and she still wore it until the moment of death.

  In this life, she did not choose it. It was displayed in the creation jewelry store and became a special and beautiful symbol.

   "Yichen! You are really crazy! You are really crazy!"

  At the end of the ceremony, a sad cry came from the door of the church.

  The entire church is surrounded by layers of bodyguards to prevent people from coming in.

  Monica, with a haggard and desperate face, rushed in under the block of the bodyguard. "Jia Jia is dead! She is dead!"

  The men and horses brought by the Lu family rushed away from the bodyguard group. Lu Minze sullenly said, "Bring the young master home!"

Lu Yichen tilted his head, his dark eyes were like dry wells, without a trace of brilliance, but faintly gleaming with eerie light. He glanced at and slowly retracted his gaze, picked up Jiajia who was sitting in the chair, and whispered to her cold Whisper in the ear. "Jiajia, we are home."

  At the door of the church, two people and horses were in a mess, clamoring and fighting, mixed with desperate crying.

   "Yichen! Jiajia is dead! She is dead!"

  Monica's desperate and hoarse voice gradually lost her sense, and she had already lost the nobility and good qualities that noble women should have in the past. She looked at her son's back and watched him disappear before her eyes.

  Li Jia opened her eyes wide, and her tears kept flowing silently.

  When she blinked again, the scene before her changed again.

  She looked at the scene in front of her, almost thinking that she was back again, but she watched the blue-white desperate brother in the corridor rushing in one direction from the corner like crazy.

  I heard the doctor's anxious voice first. "Master Lu! It's not good! The old man is dying!"

   "Kang Dang!" The door of the emergency room was pushed open, and Lu Yichen rushed in like a gust of wind.

  Li Jia had already stood by the side of the emergency table, staring blankly at the person on the emergency table whose head was covered by a white sheet, and his brain buzzed.